Governed by the moon
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She's a bold headmistress
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I am lycanthropic
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Too evolved to miss this
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Opportunity to taste
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The pausing lamb
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By the grace of heaven
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Come the claws
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I am
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Emerging with the hunger
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Scented blood a tease
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Urges surging under
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Thunder bludgeoning pleas
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Bathing in the afterglow
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Of Set let free
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On the scarlet march of woe
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To a dead set destiny
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True nature's stark decree
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The crude dripping whipping
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Of the back of need
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We are lost souls amok
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The raptors, scratch, Ragnarok
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The crossed pounding holy flock
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Like a werewolf blitzkrieg
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I am stuck on a killing spree
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A premature star
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That shot reprieve
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So fuck you Lady sympathy
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Just thank your lucky scars
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You're not for me
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The moon is drifting through a dark hypnotic garden
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Her spells are waxing gibbous
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And my heart it starts to roar
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Just thank your lucky scars
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Sat astride my rearing nightmares
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The abhorrence King, Death bound in glory
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I see their idle tide in fear now turn there
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Before these evil jaws that leave no story
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This rancour soon will pass
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Just thank your lucky scars
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Chosen by the moon
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She's a cold seductress
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Frozen to the bone
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She's compelled to suck this
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Lust from out my veins
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to assert her rule
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From the able mouth of Caine
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Spurt the things I do
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Howling at the ether
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Like a beast in heat
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Burning with a fever
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For the seasonal meat
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I shall never gloat
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On what the sufferer sees
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My teeth are in their throat
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Blood is draining me of speech
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True nature's stark decree
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The brute, finger licking
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From his sickening feats
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We are lost souls amok
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The rapture, scratch, Ragnarok
|
The crossed, pounding holy flock
|
Like a werewolf blitzkrieg
|
|
I am stuck on killing spree
|
A premature star
|
That shot reprieve
|
So fuck you Lady sympathy
|
Just thank your lucky scars
|
You're not for me
|
|
Just thank your lucky scars
|
|
Sat astride my rearing nightmares
|
The abhorrence King, Death bound in glory
|
I see their idle tide in fear now turn there
|
Before these haunted shores of purgatory
|
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Just thank your lucky scars
|
|
Governed by the moon
|
She's a bold headmistress
|
I am lycanthropic
|
Too evolved to miss this
|
Opportunity to taste
|
The pausing lamb
|
By the grace of heaven
|
Come the claws
|
I am
|
Emerging with the hunger
|
Scented blood a tease
|
Urges surging under
|
Thunder bludgeoning pleas
|
Bathing in the afterglow
|
Of Set let free
|
On the scarlet march of woe
|
To a dead set destiny
|
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Thank Your Lucky Scars
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Cradle Of Filth |